Finding Summer (Nightwind Book 3)

by Suzanne Halliday

  Opening the bathroom door without making a sound, she stepped around the corner into the bungalow’s beautifully decorated master bedroom. Arnie had his back to her. He was standing in front of the closed French doors looking out at the jungle patio.

  Her senses drank him in. His broad shoulders carried many burdens starting with losing his mother when he was only a few days old. Because Summer’s mother was maliciously deliberate when she took off, it was hard to imagine Arnie’s loss and the toll it took on his entire being.

  She knew when he sensed her presence. He turned slowly and took his time checking her out from head to toe.

  With a few strides, his long legs crossed the room, and without saying a word, he took her in his arms for a kiss that left her weak and moaning for more.

  Her heartbeat skyrocketed. The throbbing between her legs intensified. His overwhelmingly masculine presence sent rivers of primitive delight coursing through her body.

  She was shocked when he moved them in front of a cheval glass mirror. Her eyes sought his in the reflection. A strangled gasp escaped her when his hands worked the knot on the robe’s belt and spread the sides to reveal her naked body.

  His eyes burned with untamed lust as he stared at her reflection. If his breathing turned to fire, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

  The robe slid from her shoulders and pooled at their feet. Her nipples peaked when the cool air hit her body.

  He towered behind her in the reflection. The heat from his body warmed her backside from shoulders to calves. It was a wonder she didn’t melt into a puddle on the floor.

  His lust-filled gaze commanded her. Powerless and unable to look away, she surrendered to his fierce energy. Helplessly turned on, she felt as though she left her body. Ecstatic, she floated higher until the stars tickled her skin.

  A sound cut through her euphoria. It was her lover’s low and deep growl. Her loins quivered in response.

  Arnie gathered her hair and draped it down her back. His strong fingers speared into the loose curls and massaged her head. She was putty in his hands. Her eyes closed briefly as waves of pleasure assailed her system.

  “Summer,” he growled. “Goddess of Sunshine and Mistress of Sluts.”

  His breath close to her ear made her shiver and moan with want.

  She stared, mesmerized as his big, manly hands reached from behind and cupped her breasts. His fingers rolled her tender nipples and made her legs shake.

  His heavy breathing sent lusty signals to her body. It excited her to know she affected him.

  Unconsciously wiggling her bare ass against his robe-covered body, she blushed with embarrassment when he chuckled.

  The sexy smirk was her undoing.

  Raising her arms, she reached back to hold his neck. The movements made her boobs jut dramatically. While he tortured her hard nipples, she shimmied on him like a stripper on a pole.

  His laugh didn’t match the fire in his gaze. “Hold still.”

  Summer purred, “Make me.”

  There was a large comfy-looking upholstered chair next to them. He pulled it close and bent her over the arm. It happened so fast she put up no resistance. When he put a hand in her hair and commanded she look in the mirror, what she saw was her shaking, naked body in a very vulnerable position.

  Arnie’s cock poked out from his robe. Her eyes grew wide. It was huge and beautiful to behold. She bit her lip and moaned. Did she also wiggle her bottom in silent plea?

  Yes. That happened.

  He smacked her ass so hard she jumped. “Don’t tempt me, Summer.”

  The story his eyes told was lewd, titillating, terrifying, and the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Aware of how close he was to losing control, she held perfectly still.

  In the mirror, she watched him stare at her backside. She clenched her ass in response and whimpered when he grunted, “I see the precariousness of this position has occurred to you.”

  She bit her lip, harder this time, and nodded at his reflection.

  He released her hair and stroked her back. His hands held her hips, and she trembled uncontrollably when he moved into position. Watching transfixed while he rubbed his shaft on the crease of her ass, Summer alternated between panting and holding her breath.

  When his hand moved between her legs and teased her pussy, she winced.

  “And that, my goddess of sluts, is why we won’t be fucking.”

  “Wha-what?” She stammered with disappointment.

  “I have something different in mind.”

  Summer felt the floor drop out underneath her when she saw his hand slide into his robe’s pocket and produce the drugstore sleep mask he bought before their first time. He showed it to her and put it back in his pocket.

  “Arnie!” she gasped excitedly.

  He chuckled. “Should I assume my hot little virgin likes it kinky?”

  She giggled. “Is a blindfold kinky? Shit. I was hoping for something a little more, um, spirited,” she teased.

  The heavy, drenching passion from a minute ago was squeezed out by silliness when he laughed. Once again, he smacked her ass but followed up the whack with a warm caress.

  “You do realize I could just pull a fuck it and do you right here, like this, without regard for how sore you are.”

  “But you won’t.” She snickered.

  He pulled her upright and made her watch their reflection while he touched her all over. She bucked into his hand when he cupped her mound.

  “If I asked you to touch yourself, would you?” His husky whisper made her shake.

  She met his eyes, hesitated, and then shook her head. She’d need to have a serious pep talk with herself and check her inhibitions—such as they were—at the door before she’d be ready for show and tell.

  Oddly, though, he seemed delighted with her refusal. He chuckled and pinched a nipple. “Your shyness is a powerful turn-on.”

  “Why?” Genuinely interested, she waited on his reply.

  His blue eyes gleamed. “Because it’s real, and you aren’t playing a part.”

  Running his warm hands up and down her arms, he nibbled on her earlobe and spoke in a sexy growl. “Have you ever heard of sensory play?”

  Huh? What? She shivered when his hot breath tickled her skin. Thankfully, he didn’t expect an answer and kept right on talking.

  “Most people automatically think of the pain-pleasure activity found in books and movies.”

  His fingers drifted softly down her arm. Shaking with need, Summer hung on his words.

  “Your response to some tame spanking suggests an interest on your part.”

  She whimpered. Was that a response? She didn’t know or care.

  Switching sides, he tickled the skin on her other arm, and she swore her nipples got harder.

  “I prefer the flip side of the coin where pleasure is the only aim.”

  What did he mean?

  “You’ve been such a good girl”—he chuckled—“and I mean that.”

  Her eyes dropped momentarily while she managed a laugh.

  “Your pussy wants me.” He grinned with such cocky arrogance that the giggle she barely managed happened anyway.

  “Is it that obvious?” she asked.

  “Yes, Summer. It is. I feel you burning up with desire.”

  He put both hands on the sides of her head and held it. She couldn’t look away.

  “Right this second, you’re imagining my cock deep inside you.”

  She blushed dark red and bit her lip.

  “My golden slut likes fucking,” he growled lustfully into her ear. “Fingers, cock.” His sexy smirk sent her into a free fall. “But if I take you again so soon, you’ll hate me in the morning.”

  Oh.

  Damn. Her face fell, and a pout appeared.

  “So here’s what we’re going to do.” The amusement in his voice wasn’t subtle.

  His hands released her head and dropped to her shoulders. They stared at each other.

  “We�
�re going to discover all your pleasure spots—head to toes.”

  She liked the way that sounded and let her interest show on her face. Arnie was already smiling—it was one of his sexiest features. When she reacted positively, his smile morphed into a leering smirk that had the power to trigger a ten-alarm fire in her undies—if she was wearing any.

  Brushing her hair away, he leaned close and breathed deeply. The thundering beat of her heart made Summer catch her breath and inhale sharply.

  Transfixed by what she saw in the mirror, she watched him make love to her neck without touching her. Air from his nostrils and the warmth of his breath triggered a carnal firestorm inside her.

  “Right here,” he growled a split second before his tongue snaked and flicked a spot below her ear.

  Summer’s reaction was instant. She trembled and gave an involuntary whimper. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t really touching her. Her body reacted to the suggestion.

  His lips hovered close as he moved to the end of her shoulder. He blew on her skin, and just as she had before, Summer trembled. She was aware of her body in a way she had never been before.

  She watched him step back and give her rear view a long, intense look. A hand stroked the curve of one butt cheek. Right on cue, the quivering started.

  When he bent slightly and she felt his fingers tickle the back of her knee, Summer’s legs nearly buckled.

  Arnie grunted. His pleasure over her response was obvious. “And here,” he drawled in a voice thick with desire. For her.

  “You told me as a gymnast and dancer, you had to feel your body in space. Look at the reflection, Summer. Find yourself and take a deep breath.”

  The air caught in her throat when she saw him take the blindfold from his pocket. A wave of excitement hit her like the pounding surf on a stormy day.

  Looking down, she saw her feet and squished her toes in the carpet as a way to mentally ground her body.

  In the mirror, her eyes scanned the surroundings. She memorized what she could, including the presence of a very large object in a white robe standing behind her.

  She met his eyes. He didn’t ask if she was ready—he didn’t need to; her eagerness was as plain as day.

  The satiny eye mask slid into place and robbed her of the sense of sight. Her hands reached up and felt it on her face. A shudder ran through her when he adjusted the strap and feathered hair behind both her ears.

  “How’s that?”

  “Perfect,” she answered in a breathless whisper. Her head turned in his direction. “Thank you.”

  The thanks was unnecessary, but she wanted to acknowledge her surrender. She trusted him to take care of her.

  His hands were on her waist. “Are you okay if I let go?”

  She inhaled deeply and blew it out. Nodding, she rested her hands, palms down, on her thighs. It was a familiar start position, whether her eyes were open or not.

  Not sure what was coming next, she flinched slightly after detecting a whoosh and feeling something drop on the floor next to her feet.

  Arnie’s robe?

  Ohh, he really was a devil! By waiting till she was sightless to reveal his amazing body, she was forced to conjure up a visual from memory.

  Yep, yep, yep. She was definitely going to remember this maneuver should the tables ever turn. The idea of blindfolding the sexy Viking and maybe strapping him to a chair proved momentarily entertaining—until his touch made her senses go berserk.

  “Sensory play, lesson one.” His voice was rich and deep. “Skin is the body’s largest organ. It’s filled with tiny nerve endings that can detect hot, cold, pain, and pressure. Fun fact,” he growled. “The female clitoris contains eight thousand nerves in the tip alone. Just thought I’d interject that now, so I won’t have to stop later and explain why blowing on a wet clit feels so good.”

  Holy shit. His words triggered an explosion in her core.

  “Um, Arnie?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Did you, uh, just say you were gonna blow-dry my clit?”

  “I did.”

  The clarification made her giddy. Even the stuff that wasn’t intended to be funny was hilarious.

  She grinned and murmured, “Okay. Just checking. Continue.”

  “Are you an interrupter? Is that how this goes? It’s fine.” He sniggered. “But interrupting makes it harder to pull off a sexy man vibe.”

  Sexy man vibe? She snorted and almost immediately lost her balance. “Whoa.”

  His hands settled on her waist again to steady her. “We’ll never get to the fun stuff if you don’t make some sort of effort to behave.”

  “It’s your fault,” she pointed out.

  “It’s my fault that you laugh at almost everything?”

  “That’s the story I’m sticking to,” she replied.

  “As I was saying,” her instructor drawled. “Taking away one sense—such as sight—heightens awareness. Your skin is on high alert while you anticipate what’s next.”

  Summer steadied herself as he let go of her waist. She didn’t like it when it was quiet, and he wasn’t touching her. It made her open even more as her senses struggled to connect.

  Oh, wait. She took a deep inhale. Opening her senses was the purpose of this exercise. God, he was something else.

  A reflexive flinch shook her when something landed on her collarbone. It felt like a, well, she wasn’t sure what it was. It moved loose, fluid quality that she found confusing.

  Arnie spoke in a husky, amused tone. “We stop if smoke starts coming out of your ears.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means your brain is moving at an incredibly fast rate trying to identify what you’re feeling. It’d be unfortunate if you blew a gasket.”

  His words released all the tension in her body. He was right. Overthinking was the enemy of pleasure. The lesson here was to let go and feel. It didn’t matter what thingamabob he used to tickle her senses. What mattered was how it felt.

  He used the unidentified object to tantalize her breasts. It drifted between and around each aching mound, and when she felt it encircle a nipple, her reaction was a full-body quiver.

  She moaned with need when he nibbled on her earlobe.

  “Nicely done, Summer. Yielding to your desires—allowing those feelings to become part of you—is a beautiful thing.” He chuckled and licked her neck. “And since you are such a good girl,” he teased, “I’ll answer your curiosity. What you feel is a chain. From a necklace.”

  Ah. That explained the way it moved on her skin. What happened next made her gasp and jerk from surprise. Luckily, he had an arm around her waist to keep her standing.

  “The ice challenge,” Arnie drawled as he ran a cube between her breasts and then used it to make her already aching nipples stand at rigid attention.

  Water dripped down her torso. The warmth from her flushed skin must have melted the ice chunk faster than he thought. He let out a vigorous, manly chuckle that only made her hotter.

  “I hear if you freeze a glass dildo, the temperature play can be quite intense.”

  The suggestion earned a lustful moan from her, followed by an untamed growl. Surrendering to a dildo in her lover’s hands, regardless of what it was made from, was shockingly appealing.

  When he introduced a sensation in the form of a gooey fluid to the curve of her butt and gravity made it drip into the crack of her ass, she nearly lost it.

  The calming scent of lavender reached her nose. Arnie’s slick hands thoroughly explored every inch of her skin from waist to thighs. He found pressure points and erogenous spots—took advantage of her quivering response and touched her more intimately than when she rode his fingers.

  After teasing her breasts and without going near her pussy, he reminded her how accessible her ass was, and pushed her to the brink of coming.

  Staggered, turned on, and desperate in an unladylike way, Summer struggled with the barrage of sensations her magnificent sun god evoked.

 
; Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and moved. Clinging to his neck for safety, she whimpered from uncertainty as she felt herself being lowered. When her back hit the soft bed, she relaxed and let him position her without resistance.

  He checked on the eye mask, murmured in her ear about trusting her feelings, and kissed her with aggressive passion. She trembled, knowing he had every intention of leaving no sensory stone unturned. When he was finished, Summer was certain she’d never be the same.

  She didn’t expect the demands he purred into her ear and wasn’t prepared for how easily she responded or how desperately she wanted more.

  “Use your hands to feel the bed. Find your place.”

  It was deeply satisfying how he understood her physical connection to space and movement. Not everyone got it.

  Stretching her legs and pointing her toes, she threw her arms wide, gripped the bedsheets, and wiggled her ass.

  “Oh, fuck,” she yelped in a surprised giggle when he tickled her toes.

  “Tell me when you’re centered.”

  She took a deep breath, felt her chest expand, and hoped her boobs looked awesome. Sucking in her stomach was overkill, but it was more a reflex than anything else. Without dislodging the mask covering her eyes, she fanned her hair around her head, so it wasn’t bunched up under her neck.

  Feeling powerfully female and more wickedly sexual than ever, she found it easy to lay back and offer up her body and senses.

  The same fragrant fluid he used on her backside was applied to both feet. Each toe was kneaded and pulled. Ripples of pleasure shot up her legs when he used his fingers to massage a pressure point in each heel. He gently rolled each foot and discovered another highly sensitive spot just above the ankle bone.

  She was jelly—overly sensitized and achingly aroused jelly—when he moved to her legs. For this, he switched to something she immediately identified. He’d worn a wrapped leather cord around his wrist that had a knobby black bead on each knotted end. The sensation of the leather knot and rough bead dragged along the tops of her thighs gave her goose bumps. She arched, and her legs opened slightly.

  Arnie grunted softly. She tried to imagine what she looked like. Did the blindfold turn him on, or was it the signals her body gave off?